_Anti-gravity may be hard
to handle--but a woman
scorned is still harder!_
[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
Infinity, April 1957.
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
Maybe Helene's right in saying that I shouldn't tell exactly how our
living room became the training station for Space Satellite One. If I
don't, though, I'm afraid she'll let it slip out as a deep dark secret
to one of her tri-dielectronic bridge friends and it'll be all over the
Project as quickly as a pile past critical mass. It certainly wouldn't
help my reputation at the labs, especially if in the retelling the
facts should become distorted about Gladys, the gently orbiting blonde.
Some of it was accidental, certainly, but didn't Wilhelm Roentgen get
brushed by the breeze of chance?